This morning he woke up with a wide smile on his face as he was welcomed by the sight of the cutest, funniest facial expression of one Castiel Novak. The man had his mouth slightly ajar, drooling all over the pillow, but it was the most relaxed he has ever seen him. That was another reason why Dean pushed himself to be a bit more normal, and a bit more open about what he wanted, just for a chance to see Cas not worry about him so much.

Suddenly, the idea he had yesterday came to his mind, and he nudged the man next to him, managing to make him move on his back while still asleep. Dean crawled under the covers and between Castiel's legs and after a few minutes of hums and moans, the man woke up with a loud gasp that continued into heavy breaths. The moment the initial shock passed, Cas quickly lifted the covers and the sight of Dean taking him in all the way down had his eyes rolling in the back of his head.

What a way to wake up.

There was a smug, proud smile on Dean's face a few minutes later, after he lifted his head and swallowed and Castiel was just astounded by the sight. Those kissable pink lips stretched into a smile, those forest greens had a spark in them that just made him want to curl up next to Dean and spend the eternity like that.

"Stop staring at me, you goof, or you will be late for work." Dean warned with a laugh and started to get up, but Castiel grabbed his wrist, brought him close and set one tender lip kiss, as he swung his arms around him. Dean giggled as he seemingly tried to break free, and once Castiel allowed him to pull his lips away, Dean rolled his eyes. "Seriously, you're going to be late."

"I don't care. They could survive one day without me. I just want to lay here and hold you in my arms the whole day, and just... Enjoy the life." Castiel commented. Dean's face still had that smile plastered on as he shook his head. He leaned and stole one more kiss before he whispered one word - "Tonight".

Dean walked back to the club, enjoying the fresh air, every third step had a certain skip to it, and his every move was joyful and perky, the world seemed just bit brighter today. He entered the club through the back, passing by Azazel who was rushing out, probably late to a meeting, a hand gripped tightly over his chest and his breathing a bit more rugged, like he ran a marathon. Dean just shrugged and walked past the dancer's rooms, glancing inside. Kevin and Adam were nowhere to be found, which was a good thing, because if they weren't in bed on such a beautiful day, that meant they weren't hurt, sore or anything like that. And he was glad. He came out to the bar and greeted Crowley who squinted his eyes at Dean and studied him for a moment before he spoke up.

"You seem awfully cheery today." He commented as he polished a glass and set it against the others. He was an odd man, always behind that bar, whole day and most of the night, cleaning, organizing the drinks, serving, cutting lemons... He was meticulous with everything he did, even with his scrutiny of others. But he seemed softer towards Dean, always did.

"I am. It is a good day. Everything alright here?"

"Gah. You are more chipper than a teenage girl on a prom night, just like the other two. What is with you lot? Don't any of you know it is Monday?" Crowley spat out, no real heat behind his words. "They are out, having a ball. The boss doesn't seem so perky though, looking pale and out of breath this morning. Wonder what crawled up his arse?"

"Why, what did he say?"

"That's just it, he said nothing. Usually he is here to give some ludicrous orders I never listen to, but he has been held up in his office all morning. Then he came in, looking for water. Water! Drank a litre, sweated like a bloody waterfall and then just upped and left like someone was chasing him."

"I hope he's ok." Dean commented sincerely and Crowley rolled his eyes.

"I hope he drops dead."

"Crowley! That's not nice."

"When was I ever nice?" Crowley asked looking appalled. He put aside another spotless glass and changed the subject. "So, you going off to see your brother?" Dean nodded and Crowley nodded back. That there was actually quite a nice conversation, one of the better ones he had with the man. Maybe it is just something about this day that is making everyone act nicer.

On his way to see Sammy, he stopped by the library, returned the Odyssey, since he had finished reading it to Sammy and wandered around looking for something new. He always picked up books in the classic section, and he didn't even know why. Maybe somewhere deep down he hoped that Sammy could hear him and considering he was such a geek even at the age of fourteen, that this is what he would like to read.

A colorful display caught his eye and he paused in front of the horror section, glancing at the layout of the books. He had never heard of them, never paid attention to anything else here, but they sounded interesting and short, so maybe... Maybe he could take one or two and read them to Sammy too. And he had read him some classic Russian literature, then Greek, and maybe it was time he circled back to some classic American novels. So he picked up the two thin R. L. Stine's Goosebumps series and then, in the Classic American Novels section, he picked up Wuthering Heights, by Emily Bronte. It looked a bit girly, but what the heck, it was a short read.

He read both Goosebumps books to Sammy that day, and he knew it was just his wishful thinking, but by the end of it Sammy seemed almost as if he was smiling, his cheeks not so pale, his lips not so dry. Dean knew he had Meg to thank for everything she did for his brother, the things he couldn't because of the hospital policy, and he hoped that some day, he might be able to repay her for it all. Knowing she didn't work Mondays, he didn't linger long after finishing his read, heading back towards the club.

The day was turning from happy to somewhat melancholic the more Dean thought about his life as he got ready to meet Castiel. He completely forgot he wanted to tell him more about his life yesterday, but considering how things... Evolved, who could blame him. Still, he was determined to do so tonight, he would break that dam, and let it all flow out, with nothing but hope that it wouldn't crash on the harsh rocks. Leap of faith is what the movies would call it. And he just had to have faith that Castiel wouldn't judge him. It was his fault, that remained unchanged, but he hoped that Castiel would accept it.

In fact, the more he thought about it as he redressed, the more certain he was that Castiel would be okay with it all, if not immediately jump to offer any kind of help. Dean would of course refuse, it is his burden to bear, and he was already starting to develop ideas and plans of how he would take that financial weight on himself completely. He had to if he ever hoped to have anything relationship like with Castiel, not wanting to depend on him or have the fact that he has money ever be an issue between them.

His heart warmed as he thought about going long term with Castiel. He had never dreamed about finding someone, anyone he would care this much about, someone who would care about him. Him, and not his body or what he could do with his tongue or mouth. Cared about him, just as he is. And God, he could already imagine them together, maybe in a small house somewhere not too far from the city, so that Cas was close to work, but far enough to have a back yard, a large two-seater swing and a bit of nature around.

Imagining what his life might look like, and actually thinking this was a possibility, he exited the club through the back, not even checking in with Azazel who, as it seemed, wasn't even there. Dean paid no mind as he climbed into the car that was waiting for him out the back and his smile dropped as soon as saw who was actually sitting in the drivers seat. It hit him then, the small things he missed, like that the Toyota wasn't shiny metallic, but rather matte grey, that the familiar dark haired man he was falling in love with didn't wait for him like he always did - leaning against the bumper.

Dean shook his head as a small sting of No-s escaped his lips in a scared whisper, and his eyes filled with tears at the face before him, but when he turned and tried to open the car door, he felt someone grab the back of his head and slam it into the car's center pole. The nasal voice laughing in his ear was the last thing he heard before the darkness enveloped him.

For the next five days, nobody will know where Dean disappeared to.